Oct 08, 2009 05:48
I've dreamnt of everything. Zombies, chest bursting aliens, diseases, giant insects, end of the world, more death and decay than I care to think about.. There seems to be a constant emotion attached to the entire thing - I don't quite know how to describe it. Disgust? Hopeless? Fear? Despair?
It's been horrible. I've been thinking of sleeping on the floor to see if it changes anything.
I almost feel as though something terrible was trying to reach across some gulf and tell me something. Like hell was coming. That the apocalypse was finally here.
Or my subconscious was warning me of a dark trend in my mind. Some ressurection of my fear of death born by changing temperatures.
Where went my pleasant dreams?